Sunday, May 27, 2012

The idea of full time travel came to Odel and me in October of 2002, while we were visiting southern Arizona. We’d never had an RV, but in light of Odel’s planned March 2003 retirement, we were considering alternatives to staying in our house in Sacramento.

Within 3 months, we gave ourselves a cram course on RV’s, made a quick decision, and bought our first (and, so far, only) RV. On April 1, 2003, we took off. Everything we owned was in the motorhome or in the Jeep behind us. Inspired by a whim, this abrupt life change was just right for us.

We’ve never known when we would transition out of fulltiming, or why. A couple of weeks ago, my sister Sydney let us know that a mobile home with a fantastic lake view was for sale in Lake Oaks, the mobile home park where they live, a lovely spot in Diamond Springs, California. She suggested we consider buying it as a home base, close to them, to our parents, and to Rosanna and Auntie Carol. Our immediate response was “no way, we are not ready”. A week later, after a little daydreaming, thought and conversation, we figured it was worth investigating.

We left Boise last Tuesday, and today we a signed contract on our new home base… though NOT the mobile home with a beautiful view that enticed us to drive 600 miles back to California!

We looked at half a dozen mobile homes for sale in Lake Oaks, and were surprised to find that other features beat out a fabulous lake view: a big, FLAT lot (unusual in this hilly, forested park) with a graveled side yard perfectly suited to a kitchen garden; a huge combination living room, dining room, and appealing (large) kitchen; a neighbor on just one side; a low maintenance front yard with huge trees and dappled shade; a flat, covered carport large enough for two cars; lots of privacy; easy proximity to the lake, the lake trail, and the clubhouse (where Odel and Frank can hone their skills on the pool table, or Odel can join the poker players). Another plus: the park has RV storage for $30 a month, and we can walk past Scoopy daily as we circumnavigate the lakeside trail.

The walls are freshly painted, the carpeting brand new. The effect is light, bright, clean and airy, ready to move in. It felt great the minute we walked through the door. We made an offer, they countered, and for $40,000, we have a home base. The site rental is less than what we budget for campground fees; the entire house cost a fraction of the price of our motorhome when we bought it 10 years ago. I can’t quite wrap my head around that.

Escrow will close in about a month, just in time for us to head to Colorado to meet friends from Texas in July. Until then, we’re making lists, budgets, and trying to figure how where we’re gonna get some furniture. :)

Two weeks ago, in Idaho, we had no inkling we would soon be home owners. Today, we’re celebrating this unexpected turn of events. Hooray for the inspiring whim!

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Our summer travels have gotten off to a slow start, thanks to a few mechanical problems. Our blowout on the way to Twin Falls was certainly the most bothersome (read: scary) of these, but not the most costly!

As we left Wells, Nevada, on our way to Twin Falls, we noticed that our air tanks (for our air suspension brakes) were losing air whenever we stopped and turned off the engine – we could hear it escaping near the back of the motorhome. Of course, the tanks were losing air as we drove, too – but our compressor was able to keep up with the loss when the engine was running. We’ve experienced this same problem in years past, and knew it was likely to be a faulty ride height adjuster valve.

Though it was safe to drive, we didn’t want to tackle any mountain passes (especially the downhill slopes!) until we had it repaired. That meant a detour in our plans and, instead of heading to Missoula, Montana, from Twin Falls, we diverted towards the Cummins repair facility in Boise, Idaho.

Since we left Twin Falls on Saturday and didn’t have an appointment in Boise until Tuesday, we stopped along the way in tiny Glenns Ferry, where the Snake River posed a significant obstacle to travelers on the Oregon Trail at Three Island Crossing. Being a weekend, the pretty campground at the Three Island Crossing state park was completely full, as was the campground at Carmela winery, next door to the state park. Lucky for us, we settled in at RV Camp and Cabins (click here to read our review), a comfortable little campground that participates in Passport America.

Besides visiting the Three Island Crossing Interpretive Center and catching up on our laundry, we tackled yet another minor problem, our Brake Buddy. After over nine years of excellent service, this little auxiliary braking system needed a new 12 v. plug. Odel took care of that problem, and when we left Glenns Ferry on Monday, the Jeep and its braking system seemed back to normal.

Our campsite on Monday night was the parking lot of the Cummins repair facility just off the interstate south of Boise – where we were happy to have a 50 amp electric hookup to deal with the 85 degree sunshine! Scoopy was into the repair bay at 8 am on Tuesday, with a diagnosis around 10:30: new ride height valve needed; radiator steam cleaning recommended; update of our EMC (engine monitoring computer?) software recommended. We said yes to everything and pulled out of the repair lot around 2 pm, $500+ lighter and ready to roll!

From time to time, readers or email correspondents ask about budgeting for fulltime RV travel. My opinion? The budget item most likely to be underfunded is the kitty for RV repairs. Things break down all the time! It might be mechanical (like the ride height valve), a broken slide mechanism, wind/hail damage, or an air conditioner that poops out on the hottest day of summer. Minor things (the step cover motor quit working several years ago; we never DID fix that) or major things (replace the U joints; repair the refrigerator). There is always something that needs attention; we’re happy when the “something” doesn’t keep us from moving. :)

So here we are in Boise, staying once again at Hi Valley RV Park, where we first stayed last September (click here to read our updated review). We’ve enjoyed a few of the brewpubs in town, and today we visited the educational World Center for Birds of Prey (where they raise the California Condors that are released near the Grand Canyon). Odel fit in a round of golf, and we’ll stay long enough to visit Boise’s downtown farmer’s market on Saturday. Sunday, with all systems now functioning, we’re heading off into the mountains of central Idaho, the Sawtooths and the Bitterroots, through Stanley and Salmon, then north to Missoula. Now, that sounds like summer!

Monday, May 14, 2012

Thanks to everyone for your thoughts on what happened to cause our tire to blow. We think it likely that the steering locked for some reason, with the tires a couple degrees off of straight… but the idea of the brake calipers sticking on the front left wheel makes sense, too. We probably won’t ever know for sure, but the symptom (pulling to the left) was very obvious – so we feel pretty confident that we will know if it happens again.

Once we got the new tires, all was well in Twin Falls. Before we arrived, Boomer friends Becky and Lonnie let us know that they live in Twin Falls when they aren’t traveling (Becky has lived here her whole life!), that they were in town, and would be happy to show us the highlights.

We took them up on their offer, meeting for lunch at a comfortable, friendly restaurant, Elevation 486, on the edge of Twin Falls finest tourist attraction, the Snake River Canyon. Because it was windy and cold (though deceptively sunny), we got a table inside, next to a window looking out at a large patio, the empty tables and chairs, and beyond to the fabulous view. This place must be jammed on a warm day!

Fortified by a good meal (Odel and I were able to stick to our vegan commitment with delicious tomato soup and a salad), we headed off to hit the scenic highlights of the canyon, Shoshone Falls and Twin Falls (which is now one lone fall). Shoshone Falls (top photo) looked spectacular to us, but apparently it paled beside the thunderous, record-setting volume last year, when none of the rock beneath the falls was visible – can you imagine??

There are walkways along much of the canyon rim, and we spent plenty of time peering down to the river and the golf courses spread out below. Our day of sightseeing ended with an abundance of wine and conversation (both excellent) at Becky and Lonnie’s beautiful home – thanks so much for your time, friends.

If you have ever traveled through Twin Falls, you likely have traversed the Perrine Bridge, crossing the Snake River Canyon. The canyon is breathtaking, the bridge is lovely and graceful, and it is an internationally renowned mecca for BASE (Building, Antenna, Span, Earth) jumpers – thrill seekers who jump from fixed points wearing a parachute. The Perrine Bridge is one of the few places in the world where BASE jumping is legal, and it is a huge draw for jumpers from other countries (and the US, of course). Here is a fascinating web page about BASE jumping from the Perrine Bridge – all kinds of information I never would have thought about while watching these daredevils.

Perrine Bridge. Click to enlarge. Notice the vehicle traffic on the bridge and the chute of the jumper below it, just about in the center of the photo.

This group of BASE jumpers from Australia were preparing their chutes at the Visitor Center. You can see the top of the bridge in the background.

On Friday, we headed over to the Visitor Information Center adjacent to the bridge to watch jumpers prepare their parachutes and jump. A group of half a dozen Australians planned to spend the day jumping; when we were here 5 or so years ago, we talked with a couple Brits who had come to spend their week long vacation jumping. It is very difficult to capture a BASE jumper’s descent with my little pocket camera, but here is a link to a 10 minute video on You Tube that shows a jump in the first 30 seconds (I haven’t watched the entire video yet – saving bandwidth until we are using someone else's WiFi!).

If you are passing through Twin Falls in an RV, you can stay at the Visitors Center parking lot for one overnight, long enough to explore the canyon and watch the BASE jumpers. We chose Rock Creek Park (click here to read our review) as our base camp, and recommend it if you plan to stay a few days. There’s more to Twin Falls than first meets the eye.

Friday, May 11, 2012

Each morning when I awake, my thoughts turn to my plans for the day. Maybe we’re moving to a new spot, or have a hike planned. Maybe we’re meeting friends. Food always plays a big part. Are we eating at home? What am I cooking? Do we need groceries?

Whether we already have plans or they are being formulated as I turn over to peek out at the weather, I always have some expectation for the day, my Plan A. Sometimes flexible; sometimes not so much.

On Wednesday, leaving Wells, we had a relaxing Plan A: a short (well under 150 miles) drive north to Twin Falls, ending at a previously researched campground that sounded very appealing. Phone a couple of friends in town and arrange a meet-up once we arrive, then kick back and relax.

Of course, our blowout was not part of Plan A! When it happened, and particularly when we learned that it would take the tow truck an hour to an hour and a half to reach us, we did what nine years of fulltiming has taught us to do: let go of Plan A, the sooner the better!

Over our years of travel, due to breakdowns (yikes, everything in the freezer has thawed out!), illness of people (sorry, but I really can’t leave the motorhome this morning) or pets, or weather (OMG, what just blew by the window???), we have had to throw Plan A out the window many times. Eventually, it dawned on us: no matter how our day existed in our imaginations, holding on to that plot line in the face of a new reality simply adds stress to the current, unexpected situation. The sooner we let go of Plan A, the easier it is to find the solution to a challenge – and maybe enjoy (or at least somewhat appreciate!) whatever this unscheduled, unimagined new reality has in store.

For me, it is usually NOT fun to have a problem throw a wrench into my Plan A – yet my enjoyment of fulltiming has a lot to do with encountering the unexpected, the serendipitous, the unknown. Throwing away our travel plans because we lucked into the most fabulous site in the campground (with the great view and no mosquitos) or found an unexpected gem of a town, is easy. The trick is in learning to throw away Plan A when the unexpected and unwelcome strikes.

Funny thing about Wednesday… we left Wells as planned, and we ended up in Twin Falls as planned. There was a lot of “the unexpected” in between! :) Letting go of Plan A made the in-between experience much less stress-filled. It’s a lesson I need to keep in mind.

On a completely different subject: judging from the number of comments left on my blog, most of you readers are interested in FOOD. I don’t do much baking, but recently came across a recipe (pulled out of a magazine, and I don’t know which one) that has got me firing up the oven once a week: Banana Oat Breakfast Cookies. No dairy, no eggs. Ingredients healthy for diabetics and for those trying to keep cholesterol down. Big, chewy, moist and yummy. And very filling.

One cookie (they are big, and around 200-250 calories each) makes a good breakfast for those who don’t like a big breakfast, or for breakfast as you are heading out the door. Great to take along on a hike or a long day of sightseeing when you’re not sure where/when you might catch a bite to eat. It’s a keeper.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Highway 93 runs north from Wells, NV to Twin Falls, ID. It is mostly two lanes, with not much in the way of shoulders – just gravel that slopes rather steeply away from the roadbed. Every so often there is a gravel pullout on the side of the road, but nothing very big… certainly not very accommodating for a large motorhome towing a vehicle.

As we left our overnight spot in Wells this morning, Odel noticed that the motorhome was pulling to the left, and more than “just a little”. After some discussion, we decided to pull over and do a walk around of the rig… except that there was no safe place to pull over. In fact, there was no unsafe place to pull over. No place to pull over period!

We had around 120 miles to our destination in Twin Falls, so did all that we could do – kept on going, nervously. Oh, how I longed for one of the many large, lovely rest stops we had visited along I-80 yesterday!

Forth-eight miles from Wells, our Pressure Pro tire pressure monitoring system began screeching its alarm: low air in the front left tire of the Jeep, 26 pounds. No place to pull over, of course. Within 15 seconds, the air pressure was down to double-ought: two big zeros on the display. Our first blowout.

We were climbing the slope of yet another small mountain range. All Odel could do was slow down (though of course we both freaking out verbally – I’m sure I said something like “Wah, wah, wah!!!)).

As we neared the top of the summit, guess what? A large (sloping, of course) gravel pullout! We were so shaken that I don’t know if we drove a 1/4 mile or a 1/2 mile after the blowout, but we were SO GRATEFUL to have found a place to get off the road.

The tire was in shreds, but the wheel was still undamaged. Hurray for Pressure Pro! Without the warning, who knows how much damage we would have done as we continued on to Twin Falls?

In spite of our problem, we had points in our favor. First, a pullout, so we were safely off the road. And not just a pullout – a pullout at the top of a summit where were could use our cell phones and WiFi (we had just driven through many miles of little to NO cell service in the valleys below). What great good fortune.

It was almost comedic trying to describe our location to the service rep at Coach Net, our emergency roadside service provider. She had a hard time understanding that there was no “nearest intersection” and no “street address”, that the “nearest community” was 18 miles away and consisted solely of casinos and motels. The best I could provide was “a gravel pullout alongside highway 93, 18 miles south of the Idaho/Nevada border, surrounded by miles and miles of desolate scrub”. If there was a community in the area, WE were it, a community of 2 named Brokedown!

Thanks to our wonderful Garmin NUVI GPS, I was able to provide our GPS coordinates, our distance from Wells (south of us), our distance from the state line (north of us), and our distance to Twin Falls, all with the simple touch of a button (I could have provided the elevation, too, but she didn’t need it).

Next, I pulled up Google on my computer (hurray for our Verizon aircard!) and found the Les Schwab tire store in Twin Falls, Idaho. A quick phone call confirmed that we could be towed there, and elicited the name of a good local towing company with a flatbed truck. I called Coach-Net back with our destination address, the tow company suggestion, and things got underway.

One and 1/2 hours later, the tow truck arrived, Jules was loaded, and we took off to meet again at Les Schwab. Too bad for us, we lost an hour when we crossed into Idaho and the Mountain Time Zone – but Jules had two new-to-us (good, used) tires mounted and we were back on the road before too long. Just two and a half miles to our goal, Rock Creek Park, where we are now comfortably situated, looking out on lovely green lawns and Rock Creek. I am unwinding with a margarita while Odel went off to try to solve another (thankfully minor) Jeep problem.

The big question: what the heck happened? We had four brand-spanking-new tires on the Jeep, just purchased in Sacramento. We ALWAYS (and this morning was no different) check to make sure the Jeep tires are rolling (not sliding) and the brake lights are working before we pull out for the day’s drive.

We noticed the motorhome pulling to the left as we left Wells (a big clue, since that problem was solved once we detached the Jeep), but the tire didn’t blow out until 45 miles later! The left front tire was totally ruined, but the right front tire was ALMOST usable, just moderate damage (it did need replacement), and the back tires are fine.

If it was a brake problem (brakes locked for some reason), wouldn’t both tires (or all four) have similar damage from being dragged? Since they didn’t, does that imply that the front left tire sustained major damage later in the trip – a nail or other major puncture? Yet the “pulling to the left” symptom was evident almost from the start, 45 miles before the tire failure. It’s a mystery, probably not to be solved by us non-mechanics.

So we lost a day, and paid out $190 for a couple of good used tires. Coach-Net picked up the $260 bill for the tow. The weather is great, the margarita now gone (but another is not far away), and all is well in our world once again.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

It’s a long uphill haul from the Sacramento Valley to the top of Donner Summit on Interstate 80. While Odel jockeyed for position with the slow-moving semi’s and their heavy loads, I watched the outside temperature slide from 77 degrees when we began our climb (around 10 am) to 63 degrees as we reached the summit (around 11:30 am).

Of course, while the higher altitude meant a steady drop in outside temperature, the long, sometimes steep grades meant that the engine temperature was relentlessly climbing. Add in the numerous construction zones and we were very happy to cross the summit and head down the other side. Good practice for our visit to the mountains of Colorado later this summer!

Soon after we descended from the summit, we passed Truckee and crossed the California/Nevada state line, where the trees thinned and the arid bones of Nevada’s landscape were revealed. We negotiated the heavy traffic and construction zones through Reno and Sparks, took a brief break for lunch at a vista point (can’t believe what passes for a “vista” in that part of Nevada!) along I-80, and kept rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ to our destination for the night, Rye Patch State Recreation Area.

We first discovered Rye Patch (run by the Nevada State Parks) 4 years ago – a wonderful oasis in an otherwise rather bleak landscape. (Click here to read our review from 2008, updated to reflect a fee increase from $10 to $14.) Lots of green trees, a large lake impounded by Rye Patch Dam, and very friendly park rangers make this stop a winner with us, even though there are no campsite hookups.

This time, instead of unhooking the Jeep and backing in to one of the campsites, we parked in the huge graveled “overflow” area just west of the dam. We had the whole place to ourselves, with a view of the lake, the campground, and the arid mountains to the east – quite a nice change from our month-long stay in the close quarters of Cal Expo.

Speaking of Cal Expo, I updated our review from November of 2011 to reflect a couple welcome improvements: the WiFi now extends to all the sites, including those on “the slab”, where we stay; and four or five of the usually vacant sites in the gravel lot were made available for camper or visitor parking, a reasonable solution to our often-voiced complaint about lack of tow and towed vehicle parking.

All in all, it was a good travel day after sitting for 30 days in one spot. :)

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Five busy weeks in the Sacramento area, and the only photos I have taken are of food! That’s what happens when we spend time with my family and friends – food talk, cooking, eating… and discussing what we’re planning to eat at our next meal. Boy, did we have fun!

While in Tucson in March, I stopped in at Native Seed/SEARCH – and began an unintentional love affair with heirloom beans (dried). Yum, yum – so much variety of color, texture, shape and taste. I picked up an inspiring cookbook while there, Heirloom Beans, which introduced me to Rancho Gordo, a source for heirloom beans in Napa, California. A visit to Rancho Gordo’s retail shop immediately went on my “to-do while in Sacramento” list… and I placed an order with them for twelve different kinds of beans, to be sent to my sister Sydney’s house in advance of our arrival in her neighborhood.

I love the sign in this tub of dried “touching beans”: ”Go Ahead – You Know You Want To”.

Rosanna couldn’t resist reaching into the tub, and neither could I. What a fun idea!

At the same time Odel and I were sampling new (to us) bean varieties in Arizona, Sydney (a vegetarian, along with my BIL Frank) had picked up a copy of The China Study and found the information presented there compelling. By the time we hit Sacramento, emails were whirling between me, Sydney, and our cousin Rosanna, a long-time vegetarian, about beans, veganism, and all related topics. And my 12 pounds of heirloom beans had arrived from Rancho Gordo.

So we planned an event.

Six cooks in our family – my younger sister Nancy, my older sister Sydney, BIL Frank, cousin Rosanna, Auntie Carol (Rosanna’s mom), and I – each chose one kind of bean and took it home. We picked a later date to convene at Rosanna’s new home (she and Auntie Carol just moved up to Placerville from Sunizona, Arizona) with our cooked beans.

On the chosen day, we each arrived with our beans. In preparation, we had each set aside enough plain cooked beans that all of us could taste each bean “unadorned”; the rest of each bean type was prepared as a vegan dish. Following the wine tasting example (and with both wine and beer at hand), each cook introduced their chosen bean while we passed the unadorned sample for poking, prodding, admiring and tasting. And of course, I had prepared a note sheet for all participants. :) Each bean was discussed in its turn, copious notes taken, opinions exchanged.

Then we got down to the real event: tasting the dishes. I’ll tell you, this group can COOK! What a blast – and what a fun, fun way to discover new beans and recipes.

With so many vegetarians in our family, with my newfound obsession with beans, and with lots of discussion amongst us about The China Study, Forks Over Knives, and The Engine 2 Diet, even Odel’s interest was piqued. (By the way, if you are interested in “the other side of the story”, this witty, thorough and well-written blog is an interesting read.) We both would like to reduce our cholesterol and our weight, so we’ve decided to explore a “plant-strong, whole foods” menu for four weeks, beginning when we head off for our summer travels on Monday.

It is difficult to imagine that Odel and I would give up our omnivore ways permanently (though I must say that the “pink slime” story was extremely unappetizing!), but we both enjoy food adventures. Eating “plant-strong, whole foods” (the Engine 2 Diet’s description of a no-animal-products diet that includes minimal amounts of processed foods) has introduced all sorts of new foods and recipes into our lives (and mouths). I’m interested to learn what changes (if any) we see in ourselves after a month without meat or dairy… or store-bought cookies! Meanwhile, we’re finishing off the lamb chops, steaks, and Italian sausage pasta sauce still stashed in our freezer. :)